Elizabeth Rose Bloodflame Past Life Novels & Stories

The flame inside it flickered, and then guttered out completely. "She should have burned,” one hissed. “She did,” another spat. “And she rose from it.” The eldest, draped in violet and bone, slammed her fist on the table. “This isn’t rebirth. This is a mistake. An abomination we let survive.” “She was never meant to live past the second Trial.” “No,” murmured the seer at the end, his voice trembling. “She was never meant to remember who she is.” Silence fell like a blade.

The years I believed I was only human no recollection of my toddler self, no echo of vines, no memory of the parents who sacrificed everything to hide me. All of it had been sealed away.Until Flame.Until the royal red called me awake.I pressed both hands to my chest feeling the power surge, emerald and violet, no longer dormant, no longer leashed. Vines erupted from the ground around me thick as wrists, glowing, alive curling upward toward the sky like they were reaching for the mother and father I had just remembered.I stood legs no longer shaking, power humming louder, brighter, filling every part of me.I wasn’t just Elara.I wasn’t just Kai’s mate.I wasn’t just the Luna of Blackthorn.I was

Emberflame. It had not been an ordinary fire. It had been lineage-bound. Glimmering gold, sovereign-defined flame that answered only to blood and crown. It had lived in the marrow of their queen, threaded through her veins like molten inheritance. When she fell—when he had watched her flame gutter and collapse into ash beneath a sky choked with cinders—the Emberflame had died with her. Not weakened. Not scattered. Extinguished entirely. He had felt that ending in his bones, a severing that rippled through the battlefield like the snapping of a divine tether.

Rain shivered, she felt warm in his embrace but couldn’t control her body’s reaction. Her eyes were closer shut, she’s didn’t want to open them anymore, she just wanted the reality of the damage she caused to fade away. She didn’t feel better. She thought she would. But she didn’t. Elisa was still dead, she was never going to come back and Rain never get to see that smile or even her permanent scowl again. It was gone. Forever.

She lifted one and held it in her palm, the flame flickering without burning her. “You’ve lived before, Evelynn,” she said. “The fire doesn’t find the new. It finds the lost. The ones who’ve burned in another life.” Evelynn’s breath caught. “Reincarnation?” “Something like that,” the woman murmured. “The fire runs in cycles. And in you, it burns again.” She offered Evelynn the flame. “Touch it. And see.” Aiden stepped forward. “You don’t have to—” But Evelynn was already reaching.

"Just let me leave. I won't cause any trouble for your wedding, I swear. The last thing I ever wanted was to be your wife." Adrian scoffed. "You've been reborn, too, haven't you? In your past life, you schemed to have Emily killed to secure your position as Mrs. Quirrel. How could I ever trust someone as vicious as you?" He actually believed I was responsible for Emily's death. "I don't know what you're talking about." I retorted. "I've never harmed anyone." "Stop pretending to be innocent," Adrian snapped. He stepped forward and looked at me with utter contempt.

The flickering candlelight danced across her face, casting elongated shadows that seemed to mirror the thoughts swirling in her mind. Her thoughts drifted to Zoe, the young woman whose presence had ignited a spark of recognition within her. Esmaralda had sensed the powerful aura that emanated from Zoe the moment she had set foot in her presence. It was a familiar energy, one that resonated with her own ancient bloodline of vampires.

Bianca was sold to a mafia lord at a very young age and all she could think about was getting revenge. Her plan was going well until the mafia lord's son, Nico, came into the picture. Nico was handsome and cold, brutal but calm. However, when he met Bianca, she brought out his troubled side. He didn't want her. She didn't care. In fact, she hated him. She felt he was emotionless and he felt she was too tough. Both were intrigued. ~♡~ "The only thing stopping me from taking you right here on this table, is that you belong to my father." His voice was tensed and I didn't need to see his face to know how he felt. "My father's whore." He added. I swallowed, hurt by his words. "You

He asked again. " Isn't it obvious? I get attracted to handsome things.” Rose replied, still looking outside the window. She couldn't tell him that the other reason she liked him was because she knew he would be a great person in less than six or seven and she was trying to take advantage of it. By that seven years she would be twenty five years old and it was also the age she died in her past life. Sincerely, she hoped she would have been able to take down the Gray family before then.

Caleb jumped to his feet instantly, pulling Brianna into his arms, then used his free hand to grab me and shove me to the ground. "You actually hurt her right before me, Jeanette? Are you seriously that shameless? If you weren't pregnant, I'd have you thrown in jail right now to teach you a lesson!" he barked. I looked up at Caleb, who was seething. He still looked so familiar—the person who once promised me the world. But now, any hopes I had about us were long gone. In my past life, when Brianna took her own life, he thought I was the one who killed her. Now, with Brianna still alive, he still blamed me for starting that deadly fire.